GILF Hunter Novel

Marry a grandmother—that was my explicit order.

'...You're joking.'

'Got wax in your ears? You're sacrificing yourself for this family.'

Rage erupted in my chest, vision hazed, yet I forced words through gritted teeth.

'So I understand correctly? An old woman seeks a husband, and I'm being delivered to her as husband material? That's the arrangement?'

'Precisely.'

Curses and fists clenched equally tight at my sides.

'Come on, it's not so terrible,' someone offered. 'She might treasure you like a prize, delighted to have landed a younger husband.'

CRACK!

God damn it. I'd finally snapped.